I didn't cry when I first learned that I was accused of plagiarism.

I didn’t cry when netizens made definitive judgments and insulted me, but I cried when I saw the draft in Mary Angel’s hands.

I called Henry Jones.

"Did you give her my manuscript?"

Henry Jones said without hesitation, "It's me."

"Why, why did you do this?" I couldn't hold it in anymore and cried hysterically.

"Mary was just confused for a moment. This is her first official appearance, she can't make any mistakes."

"Henry Jones, Henry Jones, are you crazy? What about me? What about me? With this stain on my back, my life is ruined. Henry...